Teoretic, e posibil. Hai să spunem că la vale poate prinde 340 km/h. Ca să ajungi la viteza asta îți trebuie cel puțin 20 secunde timp în care faci aproape 1,5 km și vei merge cu 200 km/h mai repede decât celelalte mașini. Ajuns la 300 kmh faci 5 km pe minut.
Dar la 340 vei fi în zona de roșu a turometrului, moment în care uleiul nu mai ajunge la lagărele pistoanelor, din motiv de forță centrifugă iar motorul se va strica, bloca, posibil bloca transmisia și roțile, moment în care vei zbura (pe tarla).
Însă în video-ul de mai sus se vede că pe la 300 s-a atins o limitare soft, iar mașina a început să decelereze brusc. (Omul era nebun și norocos, avea și o avertizare de presiune la un cauciuc!).
Deci îți trebuie 1,5 km de drum (autostradă austriacă, whatever) pustiu care merge la vale, fără curbe, și un polițist chiar în acel punct ca să te înregistreze, sau mai mult drum pustiu până te înregistrează unul care e întâmplător pe acolo.
Dar apoi, cum te prinde? Într-un minut ești la 5 km distanță de polițist. Din câte știu eu, radarele portabile nu înregistrează numere, doar cele fixe, din cauză de distanță. La viteza aia, cum ar putea să-i prindă numerele?
Toate astea au un substrat, legat de postarea mea cu Karner. Țiriac e un clovn bătrân propulsat de propriile lui bă...i.
A ok m-am prins. A făcut o răceală de la curent când a mers cu 340 kmh cu geamul deschis.
4:44 PM Went to smoke in the back. Every time i do so i find new poops in the grass. Because i am relaxed and have time to look around. So i found one, very well camouflaged, came in for a bag, and the black girl at once came with her two dogs instead, moving aggressively, with an attitude.
Now if i go right after her, it would appear like i'm going to collect her leftovers, cause sometimes she misses. I was telling Angela. What a school they got. Also have to go to the W bin and look cause she does not knot.
5:05 An incredible amount of events followed. Two more women with dogs. Cars and SUVs arriving at bins in the same time with me. Yes i found the green bags of the black girl, unknotted in the bin.
Most important. Found three old ones in front of the spot with the Element. Dry, molded, still stinking. They do for weeks.
Others. Enough to say. They are not doing nothing. Just synching their "normal" activities with mine. A woman with a kid coming from the "kindergarten", crossing my path, going somewhere, on foot. All looking at me intrigued and sometimes with disgust, like i was the intruder and the perpetrator. Of bins and dog poops.
8:45 I had a good evening sleep and woke up with an idea. What if... the pulsation on my neck was caused by a dim mak blow? The night before i was drunk, sleeping in the car in the parking lot at Chinook Winds for about an hour. I was feeling weird, had trouble walking when i went to the restroom after i woke up or before i left.
At home i slept 3 hours and in the morning i had this feeling, like an invisible hand was strangulating me. I went and looked in the mirror and saw the pulsation and then i went to the ER.
I slept in the car in casino parking lots many times before, including Saturday at Indian Head.
There i was washing hands next to a young Japanese guy rather tall who looked and smelled like a homeless man. Monday morning at the ER i was stinking like i did not have a shower in a month though i had one less than 48 hours before.
12:10 AM 16 There is one more possibility. I slept with my head in such a position, probably many times, this time two days in a row, i damaged some major blood vessels of the neck. I have been doing this at least since i was in college. One night some colleague surprised me trying to fall asleep with my neck bent.
Probably being depressed, unconsciously trying to choke my right hemisphere, which could give me a high.
Now if i go right after her, it would appear like i'm going to collect her leftovers, cause sometimes she misses. I was telling Angela. What a school they got. Also have to go to the W bin and look cause she does not knot.
5:05 An incredible amount of events followed. Two more women with dogs. Cars and SUVs arriving at bins in the same time with me. Yes i found the green bags of the black girl, unknotted in the bin.
Most important. Found three old ones in front of the spot with the Element. Dry, molded, still stinking. They do for weeks.
Others. Enough to say. They are not doing nothing. Just synching their "normal" activities with mine. A woman with a kid coming from the "kindergarten", crossing my path, going somewhere, on foot. All looking at me intrigued and sometimes with disgust, like i was the intruder and the perpetrator. Of bins and dog poops.
8:45 I had a good evening sleep and woke up with an idea. What if... the pulsation on my neck was caused by a dim mak blow? The night before i was drunk, sleeping in the car in the parking lot at Chinook Winds for about an hour. I was feeling weird, had trouble walking when i went to the restroom after i woke up or before i left.
At home i slept 3 hours and in the morning i had this feeling, like an invisible hand was strangulating me. I went and looked in the mirror and saw the pulsation and then i went to the ER.
I slept in the car in casino parking lots many times before, including Saturday at Indian Head.
There i was washing hands next to a young Japanese guy rather tall who looked and smelled like a homeless man. Monday morning at the ER i was stinking like i did not have a shower in a month though i had one less than 48 hours before.
12:10 AM 16 There is one more possibility. I slept with my head in such a position, probably many times, this time two days in a row, i damaged some major blood vessels of the neck. I have been doing this at least since i was in college. One night some colleague surprised me trying to fall asleep with my neck bent.
Probably being depressed, unconsciously trying to choke my right hemisphere, which could give me a high.
Can't remember exactly when, probably in 2008 i slept with my neck on the arm of the old couch that had under the thin layer of polyurethane foam a sharp edge, probably strangulating one branch of the vagus nerve which regulates heart beat. I woke up with a heart beat close to 200. I called an ambulance which was not coming, i drove myself to the hospital on a layer of ice that was covering everything.
While the ambulance was coming (i was hearing the siren), with a pulse oximeter on my finger showing 180, looking through the window (as the windshield was covered with ice), i found myself behind a Police car on deserted streets at night that stopped suddenly while i was crossing 217. Then at the ER i got hooked to a monitor and doctor told me.
I had atrial fibrillation with fast ventricular response. I stood there for about one hour and a half with that heart rhythm (did not want to lay down or sit).
Until a black "doctor" came. She was very black and very ugly and at a certain time she literally pushed me out of the way as i was pacing through the room while hooked to the monitor, interfering with the docs and assistants. I got so mad in about a minute my heart beat rate came to normal and then they released me, shortly after.
While the ambulance was coming (i was hearing the siren), with a pulse oximeter on my finger showing 180, looking through the window (as the windshield was covered with ice), i found myself behind a Police car on deserted streets at night that stopped suddenly while i was crossing 217. Then at the ER i got hooked to a monitor and doctor told me.
I had atrial fibrillation with fast ventricular response. I stood there for about one hour and a half with that heart rhythm (did not want to lay down or sit).
Until a black "doctor" came. She was very black and very ugly and at a certain time she literally pushed me out of the way as i was pacing through the room while hooked to the monitor, interfering with the docs and assistants. I got so mad in about a minute my heart beat rate came to normal and then they released me, shortly after.
